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You manage to squeeze out the window and rappel down the tower. Dripping with rain, you find yourself outside the keep's walls.
Finding that nobody followed you, you make your way to the front door to get inside and find it locked. With your attempt to save the rest of the party foiled you decide to settle beneath the overhang of the door for the night.
You dream that you are a mighty human knight with blue eyes and long blonde hair. In your shining armor you slay foul dragons, saves fair damsels, and fights off hordes of monsters, single handily saving the kingdom.
Suddenly you find a sharp pain in your back. You have been stabbed from behind. Turning you see your best friend, Reinhardt, smiling at you. You have always been a thorn in my side, he says. Now I can get rich by collecting my reward from the Dark Kingdom and get rid of you at the same time.
You pass out, the last thing you remember is wizards standing over you and your very essence being, drained, no more like copied from your body.
You wake up and find it morning and that your wolf pup pack is sleeping next to you. But when did he fall asleep? Warforges do not sleep. Perhaps it is the lycanthropy? But that dream, it was so vivid...
The keep door seems to be open, finally surrendering to your attempts to enter.
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[sblock=Dorn Only]
You have a restless night's sleep. You dream that you are a great hunter chasing your prey. You spot a deer and chase after it on all fours. You make a leap and clamp your razor sharp jaws down upon its neck.
Hunger satisfied, you get up from your meal you to hear a crackle of leaves in the distance. The bushes part to show a man carrying a crossbow. I've got you now, beast! he says, and with a twang the bolt fires, speeding towards your forehead.
You suddenly wake up in a cold sweat. What a vivid dream you had! It was almost real. You find yourself scratching your wounds caused by Sir ExSixTen yesterday. Glancing at it you find that it has heal rather oddly.
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The party wakes up to the morning sun shining in through the windows. One seems to be open, everyone must have been too tired to close it last night. There is also a makeshift rope dangling out the window and Sir ExSixTen seems to be missing.
You make your way down stairs and find the dining room table adorned with a splendid meal of spiced porridge, cantaloupe, and freshly squeezed grape juice. Your host is seated at one end enjoying his meal.
Ah I see you are awake. Please sit down. I have prepared a letter to be sent back to Akriel, and would be endeared if you would deliver it for me. I believe she is still in Skald. After that we will not inconvenience you further. Dominiani says.
You manage to squeeze out the window and rappel down the tower. Dripping with rain, you find yourself outside the keep's walls.
Finding that nobody followed you, you make your way to the front door to get inside and find it locked. With your attempt to save the rest of the party foiled you decide to settle beneath the overhang of the door for the night.
You dream that you are a mighty human knight with blue eyes and long blonde hair. In your shining armor you slay foul dragons, saves fair damsels, and fights off hordes of monsters, single handily saving the kingdom.
Suddenly you find a sharp pain in your back. You have been stabbed from behind. Turning you see your best friend, Reinhardt, smiling at you. You have always been a thorn in my side, he says. Now I can get rich by collecting my reward from the Dark Kingdom and get rid of you at the same time.
You pass out, the last thing you remember is wizards standing over you and your very essence being, drained, no more like copied from your body.
You wake up and find it morning and that your wolf pup pack is sleeping next to you. But when did he fall asleep? Warforges do not sleep. Perhaps it is the lycanthropy? But that dream, it was so vivid...
The keep door seems to be open, finally surrendering to your attempts to enter.
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[sblock=Dorn Only]
You have a restless night's sleep. You dream that you are a great hunter chasing your prey. You spot a deer and chase after it on all fours. You make a leap and clamp your razor sharp jaws down upon its neck.
Hunger satisfied, you get up from your meal you to hear a crackle of leaves in the distance. The bushes part to show a man carrying a crossbow. I've got you now, beast! he says, and with a twang the bolt fires, speeding towards your forehead.
You suddenly wake up in a cold sweat. What a vivid dream you had! It was almost real. You find yourself scratching your wounds caused by Sir ExSixTen yesterday. Glancing at it you find that it has heal rather oddly.
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The party wakes up to the morning sun shining in through the windows. One seems to be open, everyone must have been too tired to close it last night. There is also a makeshift rope dangling out the window and Sir ExSixTen seems to be missing.
You make your way down stairs and find the dining room table adorned with a splendid meal of spiced porridge, cantaloupe, and freshly squeezed grape juice. Your host is seated at one end enjoying his meal.
Ah I see you are awake. Please sit down. I have prepared a letter to be sent back to Akriel, and would be endeared if you would deliver it for me. I believe she is still in Skald. After that we will not inconvenience you further. Dominiani says.
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